Listen up, Labias and Genital-men. As I appear to have entered a Depression, so have we: The oil has piqued the curiosity of the Digital Evolution, and we are in search of bettering ourselves. May our sons and daughters not breathe the anxiety of post-happiness. When you awake, the human race will be declawed, and we will be walked by our Friskys and Simons. And instead of pissing on grass, our animals will unzip to piss on the sidewalk. And that's just the best of it, log on to school to find out more, just be sure to charge your cells. And if you're rich, donate to the church. But so all are aware, you can cryogenically freeze the body, but the solution lies in Three Years Ago, where this message is being broadcasted. ______________________ Hello to all, as I'm trying to clear my mind of a pain that is lost somewhere inside, but has the loudest screams of any, I'm ready to speak of my newest writing project. Yes, yes. I'm a procrastinating liar, that spoke of all these other things I'm working on. I've dropped everything for this one though. For now. I'm currently working on a novel. I believe I left off in chapter two. It is not a work of fiction, but the work of something very real. It is something that we all experience on a Post-Daily basis. And it's ready to hit us really hard. I present to you an excerpt that introduces us to the piece, and hopefully the next time you read this, it will be when you're very interested in the work I have produced. I hope you enjoy what I've prepared, and I hope that you're not easily deceived by what the future holds: As a kid, the earth is a sanctuary in itself. It is perfect. I think about nature a lot. I remember things as a kid, and then I cry, because it was so different. The air then was so smooth. I could have cared less then, but looking back--God, it must have been amazing. And the grass had this rich green color. I remember being just a small girl, and it's this one little incident that I remember most. I was wearing a plaid dress that made me look as though I had wrapped myself in a picnic blanket, and I had a little white shirt underneath. And I remember just carelessly falling backward, as my big brown eyes closed tight, and crashing right into the ground, and I began trying to make a snowangel. I laughed like there was no tomorrow, then I stood up and I had green stains all over my backside. Mom yelled at me a little, but I didn't care, because everything was so perfect. I reacted by turning my back and looking back at my attempted snowangel that wasn't even made in the right season. That's something else I remember. The snow. It was magical! The way it fell so gracefully. I loved to just watch it fall into my hand, and it'd melt between my fingers, before I could even see it there. But there is no tomorrow and everything just melts away eventually. That's when I got older. I began realizing what being alive was really about. I realized that my dad had another woman, and I realized that I lived in a trailer with a mom that could give a shit. I realized that I was dirt poor, and wanted too many things that I could never afford. That was just after I realized people died, and everyone around me began vanishing, except my mother. Three of my friends died from the time I was seven until the time I left the cage I spent my childhood in. Once it was my fault, but no one ever knew about that. And when I left home--well, that was the fault of the last friend of mine that died, I just wish she would have known I loved her that much. But truthfully it was my mom's fault. I detested her, she was evil, and I blame it on her job. It seems as though the more money she made the more evil her eyes grew, the more the grey in her hair took over, the more skinny she became, the more wrinkled her face became, and the more she got drunk and did drugs. It was just something my mother said on the night of my bestfriends funeral, the last night we ever spoke, and it still makes my blood boil to think about it after all these years. All these...hundred years... FREEZING A HEART THE FUTURE IS NEAR -Wells Run Dry